I can’t remember playing chess. I just remember that I must have liked it before I came here. Thinking about it, I can’t remember anything except chess. The boards, the positions, the checkers.
Who am I? Who was I? Why am I here? And what is here? I look down at my hands. They are pale with scratches on them, slightly red at some places. How could I have hurt myself in here? It’s all so soft and painless. My hands aren’t all that horrible though. They are thin, not very long though. There’s a ring on my finger with a wooden dice on it. That makes me happy for some reason. I don’t know why. It just does.
-Please. Can’t you wake up. We miss you so badly sweetie. Please. A woman is sobbing. The sound is there only for a minute and then it’s silent again.
Wake up? What did she mean by that? I am awake aren’t I? Who was that anyways? Then the beeping comes back. First quiet, then louder and louder. Louder than before. It scares me, so badly. I back away into the darkness. Away from the shining lights, away from the loud beeping, away from the sobbing woman and away from the pain in her voice. What is she crying about? Who is she?
My head is hurting and there is a bright light speeding towards me, faster than all the others.
It doesn't hurt when it hits me. Actually I can't feel anything at all.
